Identifier: camplifeinwilder00farr (find matches)
Title: Camp life in the wilderness
Year: 1879 (1870s)
Authors: Farrar, Charles Alden John, d. 1893. (from old catalog)
Subjects: Camping
Publisher: Boston, A. Williams and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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o good to keep. I dont want it kept, I replied. It is a prettygood joke on me, and no mistake. When the Gov-ernor hears it, how he will roar ! But, like Sothern,I can stand a joke, and I dont mind it any. Thenext time you leave your old blunderbuss in campempty, tell me of it, will you ? I will, if I agree to. Thats the kind of a man Iam, said the Farmer with a laugh. We went up to camp and built the fire, and break-fast was pretty well under way, when the Guide andthe Governor returned from the Cove. 158 CAMP LIFE IN THE WILDERNESS. They brought in a fine string of trout with them,several three-pounders among the number. At breakfast, the Farmer related my gunningexploit, and I had to take it from all hands — or,rather, tongues. After breakfast, we found our neighbors weretaking down their tent, and they told us they weregoing down to the Middle Dam, to try the fishinga while. We went down to the landing, and saw them off,giving them three hearty cheers as they pulleddown the lake.
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A DAYS SPORT. 161 CHAPTER XVI. A DAYS SPORT. — A LONELY TRAMP. — LOST IN THEFOREST. — RUNNING FOUL OF THE WRONG CUS-TOMER. — A CAT-ASTROPHE. AFTER returning to camp, we had a talk as tohow we should spend the day, and finally wedivided into three parties. Mozart, the indefatigablefisherman, with the Guide and the Governor, wentdown to the mouth of the river to try the troutagain. The Sportsman, the Professor, and the Artistwent off gunning, and the Pathfinder, the Farmer,and myself took our guns, and went off after rab-bits, or any other game worth killing. When we left camp, it was agreed to have dinnerat one oclock, and all promised to be at the tent atthat hour. On leaving the camp, my companions and myselfcrossed the dam, passed by the camps, and struckinto the woods behind them, having never been inthis part of the wilderness before.11 162 CAMP LIFE IN THE WILDERNESS. We wished to get quite a distance away from ourown camp, as we thought our prospects of gettinggame would

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